Mai Nagasawa vs. Helvetica Lee

Helvetica couldn't do anything but petulantly pout, as her stomp failed to make contact with the cat-fox-girl-whatever-else. “You weren't in the right place to take my kick!” Helvetica shouted, slightly proud that she'd come up with the reason for her seeming botch, finally. Not that it was hard, of course; it was simply hard to focus, in the face of how hard Mai was screwing up her AFW debut.

Helvetica tried to push herself up off of her bum, only to be met with a pair of solid boots diving straight to her giving chest. The blow drove the “student of the game” down hard to the mat. “Hhhyaan!” Helvetia shouted, as her back slammed down, flat. After the dropkick hit its mark, Helvetica immediately tried to stumble to her feet. Legs pinwheeling, arms clutched hard against her aching chest, Helvetica struggled to get off of her back, and back to a sitting position. “G-God, just stop it,” she grunted, as she fought to rise. “You talentless bitch! Stop hopping around, and try some actual grappling, for once in your useless pop-tart life! Gawd!”

Mai hit with the dropkick and bounced off her hip and back to a standing position flawlessly. Helvetica was still flopping about while Mai looked her over. She was still trying to say that Mai was the reason for Helvetica's futility. And she was, just not in the way that Helvetica thought.

May pressed her hand against her chest as Helvetica sat back up, continuing to speak nonsense to the mecha neko. Mai kept a straight face and bent her knees. She darted past Helvetica and tried to plant her knee into Helvetica's back and wrap her arm around the girl's neck so she could Lock the fangirl's head against her chest and pull her into a chinlock. Mai hoped this was "grapple-y" enough for the flustered neophyte.

Just barely, and after far more effort than it should have taken, Helvetica managed to get back to a sitting position. With both hands, the American was massaging her aching chest, practically kneading her breasts, as she tried to work the pain of Mai's kick out of her chest. If Helvetica's eyes had been open, she might have seen Mai's flawless recovery from the dropkick. Either way, however, it wasn't likely to affect the "student of the game"'s opinion, of her opponent. Gasping for air, Helvetica tried to gather enough strength to stand up, again. A few times, she tried to rush back to a standing position, only to fall back to her bum, with futility. "D-dammit ..." Helvetica grunted, frustrated.

The American was so focused on trying to right herself, trying to push back the pain shooting through her entire torso, that she paid Mai no attention at all, as the "mecha-neko-kawaii-desu-something-else-probably" darted right behind her. Helvetica could feel Mai's knee connect hard with her back, pushing through the soft layer of skin and fat to make hard contact with her spine. "Aaugh!" she cried out, just as Mai's hands clutched at her chin. With her opponent yanking at Helvetica's jaw, her knee putting the pressure on her spine, the American was finding it harder and harder to breathe. Sure, Mai was grappling, now, just as Helvetica had challenged her to do. But Helvetica hadn't wanted her to do it like this! She was supposed to do it some other way, some far less seemingly effective way, the American was certain. Clumsily, frantically, Helvetica began to flail her hands behind her head. Amongst a flurry of slaps and scratches, she hoped that she could hold out long enough to find this little pop-tart's face, and make her pay for this indignity while struggling her way towards freedom.

Mai wrenched the hold and the crowd cheered as she managed to finally stick something to the fangirl that shut her up! Not only that but with Helvetica bent over Mai's knee, the "student of the game" was in a position where her bountiful chest was on display for the crowd in as provocative a way as could be in a non-hentai match where loss of clothing was not really a possibility of happening.

Mai wasn't thinking about that as she tightened the squeeze around Helvetica's head though. She leaned in close to the girl's ear. "Please admit I take wrestling seriously, Lee-san." She said. "I'd much rather put on a show than make you look foolish but I can't abide the slandering of idols who work hard in this business! Nod if you acknowledge my place here and I'll let you go!"

As Mai's knee bent Helvetica's torso upwards, Helvetica could hear the uptick in the roar of the crowd. Glancing downward, Helvetica realized that her ample chest was being put on display for the crowd, her breasts straining against the thin blue material of her ring gear. Squirming in Mai's chin lock, Helvetica allowed her chest to swing back and forth, with her every gyration. The "student of the game" knew full well how useful it was to get the audience behind her. It didn't matter how that happened, right? As long as the crowd was cheering, it meant that they were supporting her, regardless of what she was doing, which put Helvetica in the right ...

When Mai leaned in and whispered in Helvetica's ear, the girl nearly squealed in rage. In one sweeping moment, Mai had wanted to make Helvetica admit that she was wrong, about something. To give Mai her seal of approval, to say that the mecha-neko-kistune-other-japanese-word-girl had deserved more credit than Helvetica was originally willing to give her. Helvetica could feel Mai's breath, hot on her ear, and knew the girl's face was close. Her attempts to fumble towards clawing at Mai's face were clearly not finding their mark, so it was time for something else. Mai rocked her head up and down, shaking it, trying to earn some room in the more experienced wrestler's grip, before swinging her head back hard against Mai's face. Desperately, Helvetica wanted to add something snarky, here. Maybe a comment off of the "working hard" business, or who was looking foolish now. However, her opponent wasn't giving her much room to breathe, let alone make quips. So, instead, Helvetica pushed up from her heels, straightened and elongated her spine, thrusting the top of her skull with all the force she could muster, straight at Mai's face and (hopefully) freedom.

Mai could fight through the scratching of her arms. Her tight fitting body suit, while thin, did act like armor from even the cattiest of claws. However, it didn't seem like Helvetica was going to acknowledge ger one bit. It was a shame really. Mai was a nice girl and didn't like going too far on a clearly outmatched opponent. She'd just have to think of a way to end it quickly. It shouldn't really be hard with Helvetica's inexperience, that was for sure. Maybe after she was pinned, the fangirl would finally admit who the better wrestler was.

That was until she saw what she as actually doign to Helvetica. or, more accurately, how Helvetica was dealing with the situation. Her breasts swayed mightily in the hold, bulging in the tight fabric and wobbling like jell-o. It was as if Helvetica was purposefully trying to get them to sway just to put more attention on her. That would mean that the fangirl was...

... looking for some cheap heat!

Mai's cheeks flared red and not from the hypnotizing sway of Helvetica's assets. Not only was the girl completely ostrich necked about Mai's position int he company, not only did she question her work ethic and slander her position as both a wrestler and idol but she was willing to sink to the very basest of things to gain any kind of "cheap pop!" Mai was a sexy girl and she knew how to use her assets to entice the fans as much as she could but she never, ever thought of herself as someone who would stoop to lewdness just to get some cat calls! Helvetica wasn't just ignorant of even dishonest, she was a downright hypocrite!

Unfortunately Mai's gawking cost her as Helvetica jammed her head backwards into Mai's face. "Uwagh!" The mecha neko untangled her arms from Helvetica's neck and backed away, pushing her hand against her face and nose.

"Lee-san." She said, eying the neophyte. "What a dirty, dirty game you play. You don't belong in this ring at all. You... have absolutely no respect for it!" Mai dashed at Helvetica and threw her leg out for a super kick at the girl's head. She knew one way to end the match and that was to put the "student of the game" to bed.

Even as she squirmed and struggled in Mai's grip, Helvetica was enjoying the prurient cheers of the crowd. The catcalls and shouts of the audience were enough to keep Helvetica's head in the game, even as Mai stretched her neck to the point that she could feel the back of her head touching against her own shoulders. "Hhhhggnnnn," Helvetica groaned, as the let her body wriggle just a bit more, pale figure straining against her ring gear. Out of the corner of her eye, through the blaring arena lights piercing her eyes, Helvetica could see Mai's face reddening and angering, with every sway of the American's curves.

Helvetica couldn't help but smirk, as she thrust back and let her skull collide with Mai's face. While the move earned Helvetica her freedom, it also sent a wave of pain from the girl's scalp, on down. Helvetica stumbled and turned over to her hands and knees. Watching the pop singer fumble backwards after the blow connected, the American got comfortable on her hands and knees. She even wiggled at the waist, a bit, taunting her foe, a bit further. Each angry word from Mai just brought the corner's of Helvetica's lips into a wider smirk, as she slowly rose.

"What are you really mad at me about, Mai?" Helvetica sneered, as her opponent dressed her down. "That I'm giving the crowd something to look at? Or that I'm doing such a better job at it than youuueeeoooow!!" Helvetica had initially been pretty comfortable in her position, taunting her opponent, reveling in her perceived superiority. Her neck and spine were aching like hell, but the pose was giving her a chance to lord some small bit of superiority over her clearly incompetent foe. When Mai had turned things around, however, and sent a superkick crashing her way, Helvetica abandoned the taunting and fell on instinct. She dropped her head to the mat, hoping to duck the kick while wrapping her hands protectively over her skull. It wasn't a dignified counter move, exactly; head ducked down, bum straight in the air, Helvetica's only concern now to was avoid having to deal with extra dental work as a result of Mai's oncoming fury.

whoooosh-thud!

Mai's super kick missed the mark as Helvetica dodged at the last moment. the idol's momentum carried her forward and she planted her foot on the side of Helvetica. She furrowed her brow and looked downward. "Looking sexy and feeling confident about it and just blatantly flaunting are quite different." Mai said as she bent down and hooked her fingers along the edge of Helvetica's one piece and pulled up, trying to pull the fangirl's body upwards to nestle her torso in between Mai's strong legs and lock Helvetica into a standing body scissors.

Not only that but she would also try to bunch up Helvetica's bottoms so that it wedgied into her and exposed some of the girl's buttcheeks a bit. "THIS is the kind of attention you prefer, Lee-san!?" Mai said and then held out her free hand to get the audience to cheer. They did eagerly. "Look, Lee-san, they love you." She said with a grin. "And here I thought you couldn't stand cheap heat!" Mai brought her gloved hand down to firmly spank Helvetica's partially exposed rump for the crowd's enjoyment, grinning all the way.

Heveltica couldn't really focus on Mai's treatise on the finer points of fanservice, struggling as she was to keep her balance after ducking the singer's kick. Despite her wobbly legs, Helvetica tried to reach her arms out into what she figured would be a perfectly-executed waistlock. After a moment of fumbling around Mai's hips, however (totally in a strategic fashion, of course), Helvetica quickly found her hold blocked by Mai yanking the skull of the “student of the game” right between her thighs, and holding on tight.

“Eeek!” Helvetica yelped, loudly, as Mai yanked her ring gear into a sudden, tight wedgie. “Th-that's not wrestling, you jobber! S-stop pandering-” It wasn't often that Helvetica's rants were cut off. However, stuck between the mecha-fox-neko-pop-etc.-girl's legs and bent over indignantly, it was a little too difficult to give her full focus to her rant. A rant that became downright impossible, when Mai's hand came crashing down on Helvetica's ample bottom.

“Eeeyow!” Helvetica cried out, in shock. Mai's hand caused the soft, white curves of Helvetica's ass to jiggle liberally, while the “student of the game" could only squirm in frustration in the hold. “Knock if off, dammit!” the American shouted, as she wriggled and strained helplessly between Mai's thighs. She could already feel her soft white cheek redden, after the blow. Helvetica couldn't figure out how to get out of this hold, which she insisted to herself wasn't because of a gap in her knowledge. No, it was Mai, who was wrong. “Th-this isn't wrestling!” Helvetica squealed, as she remained bent forward, ass in the air, completely at Mai's mercy of the Japanese pop wrestler.

"Well..." Mai said and grinned widely as Helvetica helplessly tried to wriggle free from the steely grip of Mai's thighs. "I think you may actually be right for once, Lee-san. This is not wrestling. It's something else entirely." The mecha neko giggled and raised her arm to rally the crowd and then held out her outstretched fingers. Her other hand slapped Helvetica's rump once more and she began to count down along with the crowd.

"Ich!" Whap! "Ni!" Whap! "San!" Whap! "Shi!" Whap! Go!" Whap!

The crowd roared and they loved every bit of it. Mai did too, really. But she wasn't going to humiliate Helvetica. "Ok, Lee-san, are you ready to go back to wrestling now?"